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"What are you doing?" The worker had already seen Tang Tianbao's face clearly. It was a stranger's face, they were just like an illegal factory, alertly shouting, "Get out, quickly get out."

As he spoke, the worker had already walked in front of Tang Tianbao. The worker looked to be in his thirties. He took off his mask, his face was dark, and his skin was stretched taut. He glared at Tang Tianbao, the uninvited guest.

This wasn't the first time Tang Tianbao had come to Jia Datong's factory. It was just that he had never seen this person before. To Tang Tianbao, this worker was also a complete stranger.

The workers' eyes were wide open. The golden light in their eyes was glaring angrily. Under the illumination of the sunlight, it emitted a cold light.

"Get out, get out …" The worker pushed Tang Tianbao while speaking sternly.

Tang Tianbao opened up the worker's hand that was pushing his own arm, and also angrily said, "Move away. "Don't push me."

"Who are you? Are you a reporter? " The worker's actions softened, but his face was still burning with anger. "If you're a journalist, please leave. We don't welcome reporters here."

"I'm not a reporter." Tang Tianbao explained.

The worker spat and disdainfully said, "You are not a journalist and you cannot enter the factory. Didn't you see the words at the door: 'No entry except for our personnel'? '

"Don't push me, I'm your Director Jia's friend." Tang Tianbao saw that he couldn't do anything anymore and could only move out to talk about the matter with Jia Datong.

"Ask Boss Jia to go to his office. He's not here."

"Are you guys producing summer dresses? Or is it a pair of romantic attire? " Tang Tianbao asked.

The worker just nodded his head and pushed Tang Tianbao out of the factory. Then, he pointed in the direction of Jia Datong's office and said, "Find Director Jia and go look for him in his office. But he can tell you straight away that he's not in his office today. "

After saying this, the worker wanted to close the door, but was stopped by Tang Tianbao.

"Master, wait a moment." Do you know where Director Jia is? "

"Look for yourself at the Flying Bird." The worker said that and slammed the iron gate shut. Then two clangs could be heard and the iron gate was locked from the inside. No matter how Tang Tianbao patted the door, it wouldn't open.

"This is bad!" Tang Tianbao muttered to himself as he slapped his thighs and hurriedly ran out of the factory.

The taxi once again drove on the tree-lined Zangxing Street. Tang Tianbao repeatedly urged the driver to drive faster and faster.

The cab sped toward Flying Bird.

Flying Bird Sports and Leisure Clothing Co., Ltd. 's status in Chaozhou City is obvious to all. "This is the real big business." Flying Bird has acquired brand benefits, not only in Chaozhou, but also in the whole country. Its casual apparel is second only to those of Mattes Banwell, Genius, Benny Road, etc.; its sportswear is second only to Li Ning. This brand had once sponsored the national team, but the target had been wrong and had not risen to prominence like Li Ning. It had sponsored the Chinese football team and was losing on the international court because the National Football Team was too weak. During that time, the bird's sportswear also fell into the valley for a time. Later with the creation of leisure brand, slowly salvage the loss.

The brand name "Flying Bird" was founded by Du Wenjiang, a leading figure in the clothing industry in Tidal City. After so many years, he finally stopped at Tidal City.

Although Tang Tianbao did not succeed in visiting Du Wenjiang several times, he admired this person from the bottom of his heart. Du Wenjiang's success had undoubtedly become a model of the clothing industry. Every garment maker viewed Du Wenjiang as a teacher, and they all hoped to receive his guidance and guidance. There were even a few small clothing workshops that kept a picture of Du Wenjiang and his picture in their office so that when people came to visit or discuss business, they could brag about how they had been good friends for many years, and how they had been invited by Du Wenjiang to eat at their home many times … The ability of those creepy little merchants to make up stories was also very strong, and they had a sweet aura of a writer. The way he made it up sounded as though it was the truth, which made him completely convinced. After all, there were photos as evidence. It was a common thing for businessmen to lie about money these days. There were also those who didn't get a chance to take a picture with Du Wenjiang. They would use modern technology to search for a picture of Du Wenjiang on the internet. Using ps and their own photo together with Du Wenjiang was not only a celebrity benefit, but also an economic benefit.

Although Du Wenjiang created the brand of "Flying Bird", he is no longer the leader of "Flying Bird". At this time, Tang Tianbao did not know who the current president of Flying Bird Sports Leisure Clothing Co., Ltd was. He was like a headless fly. Even if it was all in vain, he would not hesitate. He didn't know why he suddenly became so stubborn. Perhaps it was for Xie Min, or perhaps it was for himself. A person would always have more or less some ambition and thoughts, especially those young people who had just entered society. Whether the sky in the future was blue or dense, it all depended on one's own struggle, and he told himself that nothing was impossible, as long as one worked hard and hard.

In this generation of youngsters, there was still passion. It was a good time for the post-80s, but the economy of China was incomparable to today, and the children of the post-80s had a spirit of suffering. Of course, this did not mean that there were no people after 90 years of age. But relatively speaking, it was much less. Tang Tianbao was not someone who would take advantage of the situation. His family background meant that he was destined to strive with all his might for the future. He had no other choice. Although he had once been dispirited and disappointed, he had already stood up. At the very least, at this moment, he had already stood up. The passion within his heart could not be quelled no matter how difficult it was.

Although the temperature was already very high, the wind that blew in through the half-opened window made Tang Tianbao's brain instantly clear. He hoped that he could find the person he was looking for, and if he couldn't find Jia Dafu, even if he could only learn the entire production line of "Flying Bird", it would still be good. It would definitely be an inspection, and it would be of great help to his idea of dressing up in the future, so he still needed to learn. The taxi reached a crossroad and a red light suddenly lit up in front of them. The taxi stopped and soon a long queue formed on the road. Some of the cars had their tails lit up by red lights. The entire street was filled with lights and decorations, giving off a festive atmosphere. A red light on the street usually didn't represent a celebration. Everyone was anxiously waiting for it. No one wanted to waste their time on the road. Tang Tianbao also did the same thing. He took out a cigarette, lit it up, and then quietly took a drag. In his mind, he imagined the appearance of the "Flying Bird" president, hoping that he would be a kind person. He would have preferred to see Jia Dafa in Flying Bird, a lobbyist who made the most of his words to buy an opportunity for his company, not so much for the company as for Xie Min.

He didn't even know the address of Flying Bird, the company that had sent such a "muddle-headed" person to the Flying Bird. "The moment he got out of the taxi, he was shocked by the grandeur in front of him." Flying bird "three big red words, forceful, powerful paper back, hanging in the middle of the twenty-three - storey shoe building, majestic atmosphere. In front of the office building was a small square, in the middle of which was an oval flower pond with peonies growing inside. The flower pond was divided into three layers. The top layer was filled with some low, unknown flowers that bloomed brilliantly. Red, yellow, purple, pink … It was like a beautiful rainbow, red and green, penetrating to the heart. In the troubled metropolis, "Flying Bird" is undoubtedly a rare pure land.

At the back of the flower pond were three flagpoles, in the middle hung the five-star red flag, and on the right was the sign of the Flying Bird. The color of the ground was a light blue that symbolized the color of the sky, and above it, there was a bird that was about to flap its wings and fly, freely flying towards the sky. Hanging on the left was the sign of Flying Bird, a picture of two hands clasped tightly together, a symbol of the unity of the company, of everyone being kind and everyone winning respect by working hard with their own hands. Of course, this was all Tang Tianbao's imagination and explanation. This was probably the most popular corporate culture in the 21st century. Now commercial culture is being developed and culture is being commercialized. Culture makes business more profitable. Culture makes business more civilized. To put it bluntly, it was like carrying out the banner of reviving Chinese culture and doing the business of squeezing out the labor force. To put it bluntly, a wolf in sheep's clothing. However, this society liked wolves in sheep's clothing and hated those red wolves. A wolf that deprives and invades naked.

If there was one thing Tang Tianbao had learned from his visit to the Flying Bird, it was that he had learned corporate culture. He had firmly engraved into his heart the flaw between the Rei-Min Company and the Flying Bird Company. When he got back to the company, he would definitely report this situation to Xie Min.

He didn't know whether it was due to the pleasure of this grandiose company or the calmness of his heart, but he felt that there was no pressure. He enlarged his steps and strode towards the office building that seemed to be standing in the sky.

He was stopped by a security guard when he walked into the lobby.

"Hello, may I know who you're looking for?" The handsome security guard stepped forward to greet Tang Tianbao.

"Oh, hello. Let me look for your boss. " Tang Tianbao braced himself and said.

"Do you have an appointment?" the security guard asked in a routine manner.

"Oh, I'm his friend. I'll have to trouble you to inform him." Tang Tianbao opened his mouth and blurted out a lie, but his expression didn't change, nor did his heart jump. He was already secretly rejoicing in his heart. He had been in society for a few months and yet he could actually train up to such a level. He could even lie without blinking an eye.

"May I know your surname?" the security guard asked.

Tang Tian Bao's heart trembled as he scolded: "F * ck! "It's quite strict."

He scratched his head and said, "My surname is Tang."

"Sure, please wait a moment."

As the security guard said that, he walked back to the reception and picked up the phone on the stone table. After pressing it twice, he asked, "Hello, is this Secretary Jin? Oh, it's like this. There's a Mr. Tang downstairs who says he's Director Liu's friend. Look … "Oh, okay, I see."

The security guard's face tensed up for a moment, then he hung up the phone and said to Tang Tianbao, "I'm sorry, but CEO Liu is not in the company. If you have any business, you can directly call him."

"Then what's his cell phone number?" After Tang Tianbao said this, he suddenly felt like he was exposed and explained, "My phone was lost a few days ago, so I don't have his number."

"I don't know either." The security guard put on a helpless look.

In his heart, Tang Tianbao still underestimated this "Flying Bird" company. He knew that their CEO was definitely on it. He only felt that he was a stranger, so he didn't allow himself to go upstairs. He suddenly raised his head. At that moment, he saw a camera. Perhaps his every move downstairs was seen clearly by that so-called CEO Liu …

Tang Tianbao sighed and shook his head. Perhaps this time he was destined to fail. He thanked the security guard and turned around to walk back. At the entrance, he saw a familiar face. Tang Tianbao secretly rejoiced in his heart. It was as if there was a thread of hope for this matter.